Under the Tumi flower stand, Yuehua hugged Zimiao and sat on the swing.
"Zimiao, I want to marry you." Yuehua said close to Zimiao's ear.
Zimiao's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but he still knew their identities: "Master, you are an immortal, and I am a human."
"Zimiao, what are you afraid of?" Yuehua asked, holding Zimiao's hand.
"When Zimiao's appearance is gone, will Yuehua still like Zimiao?" Zimiao touched her cheek and sighed. She wanted him to give up such an idea. She was afraid that he would be punished by heaven.
"When the tea flowers bloom next year, you wait here for me and I will marry you." Yuehua said with a smile. He had already seen through her thoughts. When he returned to heaven to deal with those matters, he gave up his immortal position in exchange for being married to Zi Miao for the first time.
When Zi Miao heard what Yue Hua said, he felt happy in his heart. He pointed at the Tumi flower beside him and said with a smile, "Okay, if you don't come, I will turn into a Tumi flower and never see you again."
The next year, Zimiao was sitting alone on the swing under the trellis flower stand that had failed to bloom.
"Yuehua, the tea flowers have faded, are you lying to me?" Zi Miao squatted down and caressed the fallen flowers on the ground, and said flatly.
"Zimiao, the great god in the sky, Emperor Yuehua, and Immortal Xi Ning are getting married." Tumi Flower Demon flew to Zi Miao's side and said.
That day, Zimiao disappeared like a wisp of blue smoke, except for the addition of a tea plant in the courtyard.
That day, a man lived in Zimiao's yard and caressed the newly born Tumi plant every day.